Things that make me bang my head against a wall.

So yesterday I am hanging outside the office waiting to be time to get home when a local PD vehicle arrives and a young officer gets out. He is requesting directions inside our facility because he’s been assigned to an event related to the “Big Game” (It seems that you cannot address the Super Bowl unless you have permission by the NFL.) The morning supervisor comes out, hears the request and proceeds to give a set of directions that will either take the officer to his post with the help of a GPS and a Sherpa or more likely send him to commute with the gators in the Everglades. While I am looking at the exchange, I notice that the officer’s sidearm hangs kind of low and loose on his leg. I thought “Damn, what kind of thigh holster is he wearing. It doesn’t look too stable.” So I approach discretely and my jaw takes a free fall to the asphalt. The officer has his Glock in a basic Fobus paddle holster that is hanging from his pants pocket.

I wanted to say something, (Like yell at the top of my lungs WEAPON RETENTION MUCH YOU MORON?) but being that my mood was somewhat grouchy, I knew that I would say something the Officer may take the wrong way and I did not want to go take a nap at the local jail. He left, I left 5 minutes later and I haven’t heard anything on the news about an Officer losing his weapon…..yet.